Kay Wade
‘Shrooms!?
August. The sun arcs high and hot, rain moves through in unpredictable cycles, and the underground network has exploded. Mushrooms. Everywhere. Not flower, not fruit, but masses of intertwined hyphae rising simultaneously as colorful stalks holding colorful caps, breaking through ground like an egg and opening wide like a parasol. It?s a smorgasbord of funky fungal flavor; it?s a colorful (but very quiet) festival to which the entire forest is invited. Mushroom-loving snails must be ecstatic. I know I am. ~K